A Rose #3

A rose is just a rose.

Do you think it could be more?

Do you think it could show how precious it is?

I don’t think so!

A rose is a flower that grows and dies.

How pitiful?

A rose is flower that brings you the smell of the day.

But, at the end, it always dies.

If this rose was love, how can you define love?

If this rose was sorrow, how can you define sorrow?

If this rose was joy, how can you define joy?

Love, sorrow and joy could never last, because they are just words.

But, this rose is more than a flower.

This rose is the hearts that beats inside of you.

This rose is the pain you feel, when it hurts.

This rose is how your tummy wobbled, when you are in love.

A rose is just a rose.

But this rose is the heart of all hearts.

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